You say you love me,
But do you love the way my skin dimples in the light
Of my bathroom, you know, the one with the hair crusted sink
That my mom finds the strength to clean once a year
Cause you were raised on silver spoons and shiny silver plates,
Who the hell on this Earth needs a silver plate?
It seems you have become a prisoner in your own home
And I hope you'll look past my mother's maiden name
So that we can become the kids you know we are
Skipping stones into puddles, catching mud in our jeans
As I bleed on the concrete and you bleed into me

So as we sat in the pews of your wooden home
And laughed at the lines that broke our bones
We kissed between the words that told us no
What else could we do to fill the holes

It's your forbidden touch that I want the most
it's your distant glare that touches close
Oh your smile, I'd love to boast
Secret love where no one knows

So many people
Blowing up my phone
Yet somehow
I still feel so alone

just like that
you became just another stranger
who knows what keeps me up at night
and knows what makes me feel alive